CSS can suck my cock.
For the last two days I have been trying to implement CSS into my LJ. So far, all I've accomplished is changing font sizes. I have two CSS tutorial pages bookmarked, and I am doing everything that it says to do, yet for SOME reason none of the fucking tags want to work. It's annoying the hell out of me.
Grr.... ::simmers down::
Anyway, last night was a trip.
I got off work at 10 p.m. and went back to the apartment. I chilled there for a minute, took a shower, and then headed down to the village to see who all was out. Justin was there, extremely intoxicated once again. He seemed fine, talking away to some girl when all of the sudden he grabs me with a dazed look on his face and says "Vince, I'm going to pass out! You need to take me to Josh's right now!"
On the way to the car, I asked him if it was kosher that he just drop by like that and he assured me that Josh had already invited him to come over and spend the night. I figured "what the hell" and we started to drive.
Halfway to Josh's, Justin blacks out. Completely. No response to anything. I could have punched him as hard as I can in the face and he wouldn't have reacted.
As soon as I got out of the car in front of Josh's, I see Libby walking to her car. I call her over and show her what's going on. Justin was completely gone, so I had to open his door and unfasten his seatbelt. I tried smacking him around to wake him up, but it wasn't working. Shouting, smacking, nothing made a difference.
I got ready to physically drag him out of the car when he suddenly 'came to life' and told me not to touch him and that he could do it. He moved about half and inch and fell face-first onto the grass, laying halfway in grass and sidewalk.
Around that time, Josh had come outside with Anna to talk about shit. He didn't even know that Justin and I were coming over, so he probably was a bit weirded out.
He comes over and laughs at the spectacle, then we all grab a limb to carry Justin up the stairs to Josh's apartment. Justin momentarily regains consciousness for a few brief moments to extoll about Unix and how Unix is the key to power.
There's nothing more pathetic than an alcoholic computer geek.
We get him into Josh's apartment and plop him down on the couch. Libby had to leave right after that to head back to the village. My original plan was to leave Justin there so he could sleep and meet back up with her and everyone else.
Wrong.
I didn't realize just how drunk Justin actually was.
He would try to move, but he had no strength or resistance in his muscles, so he would fold over like Gumby, or straight-up fall off the couch onto the floor.
I didn't want to be there to babysit him longer than I had to, so I dragged him (literally) to the bathroom so he could puke some of it out. (Although this was a vain effort, he had been drinking at least an hour before this was even going on, so the alcohol was already absorbed into his body.)
I had to keep bitchsmaking him to keep him conscious. He was blacking out constantly, had no clue where he was or what was going on. I sat in the bathroom for at least a half-hour getting him to throw up and drink water so he'd feel better. He wouldn't listen to anything I said so I literally had to cram my finger down his throat. He puked, but there wasn't much in him. I could tell even then that puking wouldn't do much good, but I just kept at it, forcing him to drink water and vomit.
He sobered up a tiny little bit, at least to the point where he could speak full sentences... he was blubbering like a baby about how he's embarassed and irresponsible. Damn right he is. Justin is a sad drunk and it doesn't take much to make him cry, when he was conscious all he would do is talk about how he felt bad for not knowing how to say "no" at the bar and not go over his limit.
The worst moment of the night was when we were sitting in that bathroom. He was passed out and all the sudden he sits up with a gasp and grabs onto my arm with strength I have never seen in him before. He tried desperately to look me in the eye, but he couldn't focus whatsoever. He was swaying back and forth, completely unable to maintain an upright position for more than 2 seconds. His voice was cracked and blubbery and he just kept repeating "Vincent, I'm an alcoholic... I need help." Over and over again... then he blacked out one more time.
Eventually Josh came in the bathroom and we tried to get Justin to throw up some more. I asked Josh if he had anything disgusting laying around the house and he sorta grinned and went into the kitchen. He came back with a jar of spaghetti sauce that was moldy and smelled like donkey ass. It was hellaciously bad.
I waved it in front of Justin's nose and he immediately started to gag and dry heave. I kept telling him to drink water so he wouldn't dry heave but the dumb shit wouldn't listen to me.
I poured a little of the sauce into the toilet so he could look at the nice moldy mess and barf his brains out. I kept wafting the smell in his nose and even wiped some of it on him.
Fast-forward about 15 minutes. Eventually Justin is ready to get out of the bathroom and go into the living room. He wanted to sleep. I said "ok" but only if he could walk himself there.
He made it into the living room just fine and plopped down onto a chair, covered up with a blanket, and passed out immediately.
I thought something looked funny so I went over to check on him and I realized that when he was blacking out, he would stop breathing. That's why everytime he regained consciousness he would do so with a loud *gasp* and then continue on from whatever thought train process he was at right before he blacked out.
We tried keeping him awake but he kept blacking out like that, with no breathing. I finally gave in and said to Josh that we should take him to the hospital. We woke up Justin and made up some bullshit lie about going to a studio of an acquaintance of Josh's. We said that we were going to get to play with his synths and stuff and listen to the guy record.
We finally coerced Justin into his shoes and out of the apartment and we drove near home hospital. Josh and I were being sly so Justin wouldn't pick up on our plan... I told Josh that I needed to stop by the hospital real quick to see about refilling my prescription.
We parked and I got out and went into the E.R. entrance. I told the lady at the triage the entire situation and she said that since it had been so long since he'd drank, that the only thing we could really do is just either keep him active and awake, or let him sleep and closely watch him for a couple of hours to make sure that he was breathing and sleeping okay.
By this time, Justin was a lot more sober. It was approximately an hour to and hour-and-a-half since I first arrived at Josh's apartment.
Justin was walking around, talking, and seemingly sobering up.
When we went out the exit, we told Justin the truth about why we came to the hospital because Justin caught on that I wasn't there to see about my prescriptions.
We told him that we weren't really going to a studio and that we took him to the hospital because we care about him and that it seriously seemed like he could have died.
He started crying and walked away, mad at us for lying to him, but he was still so drunk he didn't react TOO much.
We get back to Josh's and we decide to walk to Village Pantry to get some food. Justin is sounding much more sober now, walking without looking TOO inebriated and having regular conversation. I took it as a good sign.
Oh, I almost forgot. Before we even thought about going to VP I wanted Justin to get some exercise, because the only thing that burns off alcohol faster is exercise and/or heat. Coffee doesn't work. Eating bread doesn't work. Showers don't work. It's all bullshit.
I kept smacking him and *lightly* punching him until he got so pissed off he seriously tried to kick my ass. It was funny because a 10 year-old could inflict more damage.
He fought with me for a good 15 minutes while Josh was on the phone explaining what just happened to Anna. (I think.)
Anyhow, we got to Village Pantry and got a crapload of food. (Thank you, foodstamps! I heart free money!) We walked back to the apartment and by then I was totally sure that Justin would be ok to leave without anything happening.
Of course he wanted me to stay, but I had to explain to him that I had Michelle's car and that I couldn't stay out much longer or I'd have to spend the night and if I did that, Michelle wouldn't have her car for the morning. I left him in the care of Josh and drove back up to the village. It was around 2:30 and of course, everyone was gone. FUCK!!
I missed out on all sorts of boring hanging-out because I had to play nursemaid.
As bad as this sounds, I really don't have any pity for him. I just don't respect people that can't stand up for themselves and say "no." Peer pressure isn't hard to deal with. That's shit you learn in like 6th grade.
He drank six vodka and tonics, which is WAAAAYYY too much for a guy that only weighs 108 pounds and is a natural lightweight to begin with. He would've been hammered off of two.
I empathize with him because I have been in his shoes before, fighting overdoses and/or addiction... but then again a part of me doesn't want to pity him because I fought my demons and conquered them. Why can't he? It makes me look at him as a weak person, as bad as that might sound. I just don't have any fucking pity. He's a 22 year-old man acting like a freshman at his first kegger. He's been drinking almost every night for about two weeks now and I'm sick of it. I have compassion for my friends and I'll do whatever it takes to keep them safe.
In this case, I will seriously kick Justin's ass if I catch him drinking again. I will break his fucking nose, hospitalizing him, and giving him more than enough time to sit and think about how much of a retard he's been.
I know that he probably feels really bad about what happened... if he can even remember any of it.
Well... no more. It's not going to happen again. That was the second time in less than a month in which Justin got so drunk that I've feared for his life. The first time, if I didn't post about it, he actually had seizures. FUCKING SEIZURES.
Pff..
2 strikes. One more and he's out. No more help.
It's not hard to say no. I hope you read this well, Justin. If you're even ::alive:: today.
Grr.... ::simmers down::
Anyway, last night was a trip.
I got off work at 10 p.m. and went back to the apartment. I chilled there for a minute, took a shower, and then headed down to the village to see who all was out. Justin was there, extremely intoxicated once again. He seemed fine, talking away to some girl when all of the sudden he grabs me with a dazed look on his face and says "Vince, I'm going to pass out! You need to take me to Josh's right now!"
On the way to the car, I asked him if it was kosher that he just drop by like that and he assured me that Josh had already invited him to come over and spend the night. I figured "what the hell" and we started to drive.
Halfway to Josh's, Justin blacks out. Completely. No response to anything. I could have punched him as hard as I can in the face and he wouldn't have reacted.
As soon as I got out of the car in front of Josh's, I see Libby walking to her car. I call her over and show her what's going on. Justin was completely gone, so I had to open his door and unfasten his seatbelt. I tried smacking him around to wake him up, but it wasn't working. Shouting, smacking, nothing made a difference.
I got ready to physically drag him out of the car when he suddenly 'came to life' and told me not to touch him and that he could do it. He moved about half and inch and fell face-first onto the grass, laying halfway in grass and sidewalk.
Around that time, Josh had come outside with Anna to talk about shit. He didn't even know that Justin and I were coming over, so he probably was a bit weirded out.
He comes over and laughs at the spectacle, then we all grab a limb to carry Justin up the stairs to Josh's apartment. Justin momentarily regains consciousness for a few brief moments to extoll about Unix and how Unix is the key to power.
There's nothing more pathetic than an alcoholic computer geek.
We get him into Josh's apartment and plop him down on the couch. Libby had to leave right after that to head back to the village. My original plan was to leave Justin there so he could sleep and meet back up with her and everyone else.
Wrong.
I didn't realize just how drunk Justin actually was.
He would try to move, but he had no strength or resistance in his muscles, so he would fold over like Gumby, or straight-up fall off the couch onto the floor.
I didn't want to be there to babysit him longer than I had to, so I dragged him (literally) to the bathroom so he could puke some of it out. (Although this was a vain effort, he had been drinking at least an hour before this was even going on, so the alcohol was already absorbed into his body.)
I had to keep bitchsmaking him to keep him conscious. He was blacking out constantly, had no clue where he was or what was going on. I sat in the bathroom for at least a half-hour getting him to throw up and drink water so he'd feel better. He wouldn't listen to anything I said so I literally had to cram my finger down his throat. He puked, but there wasn't much in him. I could tell even then that puking wouldn't do much good, but I just kept at it, forcing him to drink water and vomit.
He sobered up a tiny little bit, at least to the point where he could speak full sentences... he was blubbering like a baby about how he's embarassed and irresponsible. Damn right he is. Justin is a sad drunk and it doesn't take much to make him cry, when he was conscious all he would do is talk about how he felt bad for not knowing how to say "no" at the bar and not go over his limit.
The worst moment of the night was when we were sitting in that bathroom. He was passed out and all the sudden he sits up with a gasp and grabs onto my arm with strength I have never seen in him before. He tried desperately to look me in the eye, but he couldn't focus whatsoever. He was swaying back and forth, completely unable to maintain an upright position for more than 2 seconds. His voice was cracked and blubbery and he just kept repeating "Vincent, I'm an alcoholic... I need help." Over and over again... then he blacked out one more time.
Eventually Josh came in the bathroom and we tried to get Justin to throw up some more. I asked Josh if he had anything disgusting laying around the house and he sorta grinned and went into the kitchen. He came back with a jar of spaghetti sauce that was moldy and smelled like donkey ass. It was hellaciously bad.
I waved it in front of Justin's nose and he immediately started to gag and dry heave. I kept telling him to drink water so he wouldn't dry heave but the dumb shit wouldn't listen to me.
I poured a little of the sauce into the toilet so he could look at the nice moldy mess and barf his brains out. I kept wafting the smell in his nose and even wiped some of it on him.
Fast-forward about 15 minutes. Eventually Justin is ready to get out of the bathroom and go into the living room. He wanted to sleep. I said "ok" but only if he could walk himself there.
He made it into the living room just fine and plopped down onto a chair, covered up with a blanket, and passed out immediately.
I thought something looked funny so I went over to check on him and I realized that when he was blacking out, he would stop breathing. That's why everytime he regained consciousness he would do so with a loud *gasp* and then continue on from whatever thought train process he was at right before he blacked out.
We tried keeping him awake but he kept blacking out like that, with no breathing. I finally gave in and said to Josh that we should take him to the hospital. We woke up Justin and made up some bullshit lie about going to a studio of an acquaintance of Josh's. We said that we were going to get to play with his synths and stuff and listen to the guy record.
We finally coerced Justin into his shoes and out of the apartment and we drove near home hospital. Josh and I were being sly so Justin wouldn't pick up on our plan... I told Josh that I needed to stop by the hospital real quick to see about refilling my prescription.
We parked and I got out and went into the E.R. entrance. I told the lady at the triage the entire situation and she said that since it had been so long since he'd drank, that the only thing we could really do is just either keep him active and awake, or let him sleep and closely watch him for a couple of hours to make sure that he was breathing and sleeping okay.
By this time, Justin was a lot more sober. It was approximately an hour to and hour-and-a-half since I first arrived at Josh's apartment.
Justin was walking around, talking, and seemingly sobering up.
When we went out the exit, we told Justin the truth about why we came to the hospital because Justin caught on that I wasn't there to see about my prescriptions.
We told him that we weren't really going to a studio and that we took him to the hospital because we care about him and that it seriously seemed like he could have died.
He started crying and walked away, mad at us for lying to him, but he was still so drunk he didn't react TOO much.
We get back to Josh's and we decide to walk to Village Pantry to get some food. Justin is sounding much more sober now, walking without looking TOO inebriated and having regular conversation. I took it as a good sign.
Oh, I almost forgot. Before we even thought about going to VP I wanted Justin to get some exercise, because the only thing that burns off alcohol faster is exercise and/or heat. Coffee doesn't work. Eating bread doesn't work. Showers don't work. It's all bullshit.
I kept smacking him and *lightly* punching him until he got so pissed off he seriously tried to kick my ass. It was funny because a 10 year-old could inflict more damage.
He fought with me for a good 15 minutes while Josh was on the phone explaining what just happened to Anna. (I think.)
Anyhow, we got to Village Pantry and got a crapload of food. (Thank you, foodstamps! I heart free money!) We walked back to the apartment and by then I was totally sure that Justin would be ok to leave without anything happening.
Of course he wanted me to stay, but I had to explain to him that I had Michelle's car and that I couldn't stay out much longer or I'd have to spend the night and if I did that, Michelle wouldn't have her car for the morning. I left him in the care of Josh and drove back up to the village. It was around 2:30 and of course, everyone was gone. FUCK!!
I missed out on all sorts of boring hanging-out because I had to play nursemaid.
As bad as this sounds, I really don't have any pity for him. I just don't respect people that can't stand up for themselves and say "no." Peer pressure isn't hard to deal with. That's shit you learn in like 6th grade.
He drank six vodka and tonics, which is WAAAAYYY too much for a guy that only weighs 108 pounds and is a natural lightweight to begin with. He would've been hammered off of two.
I empathize with him because I have been in his shoes before, fighting overdoses and/or addiction... but then again a part of me doesn't want to pity him because I fought my demons and conquered them. Why can't he? It makes me look at him as a weak person, as bad as that might sound. I just don't have any fucking pity. He's a 22 year-old man acting like a freshman at his first kegger. He's been drinking almost every night for about two weeks now and I'm sick of it. I have compassion for my friends and I'll do whatever it takes to keep them safe.
In this case, I will seriously kick Justin's ass if I catch him drinking again. I will break his fucking nose, hospitalizing him, and giving him more than enough time to sit and think about how much of a retard he's been.
I know that he probably feels really bad about what happened... if he can even remember any of it.
Well... no more. It's not going to happen again. That was the second time in less than a month in which Justin got so drunk that I've feared for his life. The first time, if I didn't post about it, he actually had seizures. FUCKING SEIZURES.
Pff..
2 strikes. One more and he's out. No more help.
It's not hard to say no. I hope you read this well, Justin. If you're even ::alive:: today.